A person stood above me.
They were wearing chain mail.
That’s why I heard chain mail..
“Say,” said the person in the chain mail. “Which way to the Renaissance Faire?”
“Do you mean ‘Fair’”? I asked, still a bit groggy.
“Nope, I mean what I said. Now, which way to the Faire?” they asked as they twirled a wooden sword above their head.
“I have no idea,” I said and closed my eyes, ready to power nap again.
“HEATHEN!” the person in the chain mail shouted.
They poked me with the sword.
Star Child Two came from nowhere yet somewhere.
It swooped down, grabbed the chain mailed person by the head and completely ripped it off.
Star Child Two went somewhere yet nowhere with the head.
The headless body fell to the ground with a mighty chain mail sounding crash.
The window to the limo opened.
‘Would you like some wine?” asked the HR lady.
“Yes, please!” I said since I was feeling a little bit thirsty.
“We also opened a bottle of olive oil. It’s the good kind. It’s from Italy!” she said.
“Yes to that!” I exclaimed as I climbed to my feet.
Just then, a door at the hotel opened.
Out walked a tiny man and a lady.
“BREAKFAST BAR!” the tiny man yelled, pointing at a stick.
We watched as he picked up the stick and gnawed on it.
“Now what?” I asked.
“We follow,” said the HR lady and rolled up the window.
The limo took off.
That little guy would make a nice plaything for Mr. Big, I thought to myself.
I giggled.
Then I sighed.
I then followed.
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